Two slices of wild pork

□ Fang Quanzhang

More than forty years ago, when I was seven or eight years old, I often lived with my father. His father is an employee of a rural credit cooperative in the mountains. At that time, life was really hard. In the mountains, it was impossible to eat big white rice and meat to eat big white rice and meat. The one -year staple food is almost mainly corn and potatoes. To make some dishes, there are very few clean oil. Eating meat in one or two months, it is like the New Year, and I am very happy. My father remembered my body. As long as he was working in the unit, he would try to get some delicious food. Even if he asked me next door to ask for oil or lard, let me eat better.

But for a while, my father went to the countryside almost every day. When he went out in the morning, he would not come back in the middle of the night. In order to not be hungry for a day, he woke up in the morning without light, and made a few corn noodles for me, or stir a large bowl of a bowl with corn noodles, and stir -fry the side dishes. The last shoulder bag, in the morning light, went to the countryside. I remember once, because my father had a lot of things that day, I couldn't keep up with cooking for me. I woke me up in bed and told me: "Zhang Zi, my father has a lot of things today. I went to the countryside. "Then hurriedly left the credit cooperative. On this day, I was like a suddenly -sensible little adult. I learned that my father usually cooks and cooks, and started to eat it myself. Although I did not do well, and the group was burnt, but in any case, the three meals on this day were solved by myself. In the afternoon, I put on the small wooden stool, put it at the door, and sat back and hoped that my father would come back early. Wait, wait until the sky is getting darker, his father is still missing. When I was very disappointed, I fell on the bed and fell asleep.

"Zhang Zi, get up, see what kind of Zizi I took back?"

In my sleep, I was awakened by a familiar voice, climbing up, rubbing my sleeping eyes, and when my father came back, I couldn't help but shouted: "Daddy." I didn't say anything, looking at the joyful father.

"See what I brought back to you?" My father repeated the words just now, and at the same time spread out his right palm. Then I looked at my father's right palm seriously. It was a piece of vegetable leaves. There were two pieces of red pork like pork like pork on the leaves, exuding a strange fragrance. "Meat!" I shouted and grabbed it with my hands at the same time.

My father said: "This is a wild pork. When I was eating at Director Tang's house at the four brigades in the evening, Director Tang called me to bring you back. Without meat, people are reluctant to eat. I seem to listen to my father's words without knowing it, and chewed wild pork with a taste ...

More than forty years have passed, and my father has gone for more than ten years. Whenever I think of this incident decades ago, over half a year, I choked a few times! I remember that there are two poems in the Book of Songs. One is "Mourning parents, giving birth to me to work hard", and the other is "No father, what is the mother?"

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